Bible Verses About Death

And he saith to him, `Far be it! thou dost not die; lo, my father doth not do anything great or small and doth not uncover mine ear; and wherefore doth my father hide from me this thing? this thing is not.'

And David sweareth again, and saith, `Thy father hath certainly known that I have found grace in thine eyes, and he saith, Let not Jonathan know this, lest he be grieved; and yet, Jehovah liveth, and thy soul liveth, but--as a step between me and death.'

because thy heart is tender, and thou art humbled because of Jehovah, in thy hearing that which I have spoken against this place, and against its inhabitants, to be for a desolation, and for a reviling, and dost rend thy garments, and weep before Me--I also have heard--the affirmation of Jehovah--

therefore, lo, I am gathering thee unto thy fathers, and thou hast been gathered unto thy grave in peace, and thine eyes do not look on any of the evil that I am bringing in on this place;' and they bring the king back word.

Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

Small and great are there the same. And a servant is free from his lord.

The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me--and I am not.

Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,

A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade--and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,

From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where is he?

Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry.

And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.

Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.

Thou prevailest over him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.

Honoured are his sons, and he knoweth not; And they are little, and he attendeth not to them.

If I wait--Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

To corruption I have called: --`Thou art my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.

This hast thou known from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?

That the singing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.